RV Parks Tend to Host Friendly Folk, The Bosun Indulges in Vent Hubris, and I Read My Way to Hawaii
Today was stressful. Actually, this week has involved a bit of stress: a biopsy that didn’t happen because the doctor’s office mis-scheduled; news that I need two crowns and a filling; work pressures (quite a few); and getting everything together to head out onto the road again.
But the latter stress is good. It was there today because we had to get organized to hit the road. And that’s the price of another adventure! So after discovering that the jeep that holds my scuba gear, archery equipment, and paddling gear has sprung a leak (I haven’t been in the mood to cram all those goodies back on the boat, so I’ve left them in the car since it has been mild and not too hot, but now the windows are leaking), I shifted the damp goods around to give them a better chance of getting dry while we’re gone, and hefted clothes, toiletries, and provisions into the RV. Then I opened my laptop, lit up the hot spot, and got to work as the Bosun pointed us north toward College Station, Texas. Problem was Boat Dog was feeling needy and wanted to share my lap with the laptop. For like two hours. Somewhat inconvenient, but we made it work.
It worked so well Boat Dog didn’t really want to leave the RV when we pulled into the RV park for the night. When I finally pried him loose to do a little exploring, downy-soft evening had settled over the park. Strolling along, we encountered people taking out trash, stretching their own pups’ legs, and grilling out. All these folks greeted us hospitably, made us feel welcome. While exceptions exist, of course, we’ve enjoyed a lot of friendliness on the road, with most campers and RV-park tenants ready with a wave, smile, or helpful word.
Back inside Traveler, the Bosun had to test his new roof vents. Working perfectly, they only added to the Bosun’s store of equipment hubris (he has a terrible case of bilge hubris on the boat—with the sweetest-smelling, cleanest bilge in the marina). Meanwhile, I had to dive into the many storage cabinets in search of salt and pepper we knew we had aboard but had misplaced. RVs and boats offer furnishing ease—no need to put together IKEA chifforobes; the vehicle has all necessary furniture built in. But this state of interior affairs means that storage may run deep, with lots of hide-y holes and nooks—places convenient to tuck away little items ... until you can’t remember where those convenient spots were.
Rest assured, though, that I never forget where the book supply lives. And tonight I’m into Mark Panek’s Big Happiness. Panek teaches at the University of Hawaii at Hilo (and a member of the Read Local community had him as a professor). In Big Happiness, Panek tells the true story of Percy Kipapa, a young Hawaiian man who pursued sumo wrestling in Japan only to end up murdered back on Oahu. I’m only at the start of the book, but I can say it’s got tons of local flavor for anyone interested in a literary experience of the islands.